Ah…I too have thrown up in that yellow sink. After a night of barhopping, we made an after-hours run to the border. I remember being so grateful that the sink was so close to the toilet. Simultaneous vomiting and diarrhea. Talk about burning the candle at both ends! I’ve never set foot in a Toxic Hell since.

is this the kind of experience endemic to Spenard and nowhere else? Do people in South Anchorage build their sinks as close to the toilet? Where DO they build their toilets? And whatever happened to metal buckets? Or even plastic ones? Is there a significant difference between preparing to retch and being caught by surprise?